Love perfect score

Chapter 6

When Xu Qingqiao promised that Yan Xiaomu could ask him if there was anything he didn't understand in his studies, he really didn't consider that Yan Xiaomu didn't understand nine out of ten.

So on the second day of National Day, he met Yan Xiaomu again in the studio.

Yan Xiaomu almost brought all his homework here, the books were packed bulgingly, and the books he took out were piled up one after another, and Dafu even specially set up a table for him in the studio.

"I wanted a younger brother and sister since I was a child, but unfortunately my parents thought it would be troublesome to raise me just one, so I didn't have one, and now I can't have one if I want to." Dafu joked as if it was true, Biting his cigarette butt, he laughed, "If you don't want this child, I'll take it back and be my younger brother."

Xu Qingqiao said: "I have no objection if he is willing to go with you."

Then Dafu stomped on the cigarette and went to Yan Xiaomu's side. He didn't know what he had said to someone. Yan Xiaomu's face turned pale from fright, and he ran to Xu Qingqiao's side without thinking about a pile of books, and grabbed the corner of Xu Qingqiao's clothes. He hesitated and said, "You, you come and teach me."

Dafu couldn't laugh or cry over there: "Brother Dafu, are you kidding me, why are you running so fast? It would be great if I could really teach you."

When Yan Xiaomu came to the studio on the first day, there was no one else in the studio. Today, there were four or five more unfamiliar faces. It was only later that he realized that they were students brought by Dafu himself. When he heard those people calling Dafu "Teacher Fu", Yan Xiaomu finally let go. To my heart, it turns out that Dafu is really not a gangster!

When there were students in the studio, Yan Xiaomu was assigned to the lounge to do homework. The lounge was a cubicle, next to the toilet. The space was not big, but it was enough. His exclusive small desk was moved together. go in.

Dafu is from Xu Qingqiao's grandma's house, and has a close blood relationship with Xu Qingqiao. A few years ago, when he just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, he took Xu Qingqiao to paint, and now he has Xu Qingqiao as his teaching assistant. Although he is only ten years older than Xu Qingqiao, But it can be regarded as watching Xu Qingqiao grow up, knowing what happened to this person, so he also knows that Xu Qingqiao's patience with Yan Xiaomu is rare and precious.

Yan Xiaomu knew that Xu Qingqiao was very busy. Apart from painting for himself, he also had to be Dafu's teaching assistant, so he didn't dare to bother Xu Qingqiao all the time, and only dared to run over to grab the hem of Xu Qingqiao's clothes when Xu Qingqiao was free.

Although Yan Xiaomu did not ask questions frequently, but each time he asked a lot of questions, he had the momentum to ask all the questions in one go after finally coming here.

Xu Qingqiao followed him into the lounge, moved a chair to sit next to him, and watched him take out a thick notebook full of questions.

Xu Qingqiao gave him a lecture, after listening to two questions, Yan Xiaomu ran out to ask Dafu for a cup, filled a glass of water and brought it in for Xu Qingqiao to drink, Xu Qingqiao took the only cup in his hand, and then went out to make him a cup too.

Other subjects were fine, but when it came to mathematics, Yan Xiaomu felt drowsy, nodded his head, and finally knocked his forehead on the table with a loud bang, and when he got up, his eyes turned red, and he was unable to speak for a long time while covering his forehead. The corners of Xu Qingqiao's mouth rose sharply, and she turned her head and smiled.

Yan Xiaomu's skin was tender and fleshy, and his forehead was swollen obviously. When Da Fu saw him, he brought him a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator for ice compresses. When he came down to take a look, he asked him if he wanted to drink, Yan Xiaomu pursed his lips and nodded honestly, and Xu Qingqiao unscrewed the bottle cap for him.

Yan Xiaomu's forehead was still red after drinking Coke, but his eyes were not red anymore.

Yan Xiaomu's reaction was very slow, so Xu Qingqiao cooperated with him and spoke slowly. He could only explain less than half a page of the test book in half a day.

Xu Qingqiao observed Yan Xiaomu's problem-solving method, and found that when he was doing geometry problems, he first drew all the auxiliary lines that could be drawn, and if he couldn't draw, he also drew his own exclusive auxiliary lines, and then began to force Solving the problem, brushing the whole page and writing it all over, the result is naturally all wrong.

Xu Qingqiao reminded him that this method will not work, the wrong auxiliary line is useless.

Yan Xiaomu bit the tip of his pen and said in a low voice: "It's over, then my question will be empty?"

Xu Qingqiao told him that mathematics is different from liberal arts. You don't get points for writing, and there is no such thing as hard work. Misdirection equals zero.

Seeing Yan Xiaomu nod his head, Xu Qingqiao continued to explain the topic to him, but Yan Xiaomu lowered his head before he finished reading the topic: "It turns out that my efforts are useless, and I get zero points."

Xu Qingqiao stopped to look at him and said, "Yes, zero points."

After talking about this question, Xu Qingqiao went out to the terrace to smoke with Dafu, came back to take a look, and saw Yan Xiaomu lying on the question book, wondering if he fell asleep again.

Came here after lunch and went back before dinner. Xu Qingqiao said he wanted to see him off, but the man grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and said that he could just walk back. Xu Qingqiao didn't insist anymore. When he sent Yan Xiaomu home last time, It was indeed not far away, it was a noodle shop near the school. He hadn't eaten there, but he often passed by. He didn't expect Yan Xiaomu to live there.

The shop looked quite small, Xu Qingqiao didn't know it could still accommodate people.

Yan Xiaomu came for three days, and he didn't come for the next few days for the National Day, but he also called Xu Qingqiao and explained that he was not lazy, but endorsed at home.

"I'm so stupid, I can't remember, and I forget it after memorizing it." Yan Xiaomu said on the other end of the phone, "So I have to stay at home and memorize it a few more times, and I can't pass it. What a pity!"

On the first day back to school after National Day, as soon as Xu Qingqiao arrived in the classroom, he saw colorful fruit candies piled up in the hole of his desk, and Yan Xiaomu beside him was smiling at him with his head up, laughing so hard that his dimples came out.

Xu Qingqiao put the candy back into the hole in his table and asked him to eat it himself.

Yan Xiaomu put the candy back into his schoolbag, and after a while a note was handed over, Xu Qingqiao opened it and read, "Thank you on National Day! I like you very much!"

Two exclamation marks are drawn round.

Xu Qingqiao glanced at the note and didn't say anything, and didn't plan to reply to Yan Xiaomu. Yan Xiaomu's brain circuit was different from his. He wouldn't casually say what he liked, whether it was to the opposite sex or the same sex.

The National Day took up a week, and the whole of October passed quickly. The mid-term exam was due in November, and Yan Xiaomu started to get nervous this month.

When class was over, he didn't read the extra-curricular books. He was either doing the questions or memorizing. Sometimes Xu Qingqiao was drawing, and Yan Xiaomu pulled him at the corner of his clothes, and he knew he was going to talk again. He didn't stop drawing, and turned his face , and then Yan Xiaomu's test book was handed over.

Simple questions can basically know the answer at a glance, draw a few keywords for Yan Xiaomu, or make a formula, and Yan Xiaomu will take it back and study it slowly by himself.

Xu Qingqiao would go to play basketball in physical education class, sometimes with the first and second year students, sometimes with the third year students. Although Yan Xiaomu raced against the clock to study and didn't even move during the big breaks, the physical education class was still unshakable and went to squeeze in a group of girls He watched Xu Qingqiao play basketball.

When Zhang Ming wasn't playing table tennis, he occasionally played basketball. He was half a head shorter than Xu Qingqiao, but he was always blocked. He was so angry that he went to Yan Xiaomu to complain, saying that Xu Qingqiao was against him.

Yan Xiaomu just pursed his lips and smiled, Xu Qingqiao obviously overshadowed everyone.

Then he told Zhang Ming that Xu Qingqiao was not a gangster.

I don't know when it started. Yan Xiaomu felt that Xu Qingqiao was good everywhere, and his eyes were always on Xu Qingqiao. The topics he discussed with Zhang Ming were mostly about Xu Qingqiao. clear...

Xu Qingqiao, Xu Qingqiao.

One week before the midterm exam, Lao Huang announced in the class meeting that after the midterm exam, the position will be readjusted. Unlike the beginning of the semester, only the top [-] have the right to choose the position this time, and the rest will be arranged by the head teacher .

Yan Xiaomu, who had just heard the notice, hadn't reacted yet. His little head was buried in the paper and he wrote seriously. After a while, he realized that he couldn't read the questions anymore.

It's time to change seats...Xu Qingqiao is so good, he still wants to continue to be at the same table with Xu Qingqiao, but if Lao Huang arranges it, he may not be able to continue to be Xu Qingqiao's tablemate.

Holding the pen in hand, Yan Xiaomu turned his head and took a peek at Xu Qingqiao. Xu Qingqiao was not drawing, but was working on a math paper.

Xu Qingqiao seldom takes homework home, and can basically finish homework at school before school is over.

Yan Xiaomu looked down at his progress again. The class meeting was halfway through, and he hadn't finished correcting the geography test papers for the last class!

Oops!Oops!

Yan Xiaomu stopped correcting the geography, and took out the math paper to do it.

Xu Qingqiao started to do the questions on the back, so Yan Xiaomu turned to the back first, and after finishing a question, he tilted his head to take a look at Xu Qingqiao's paper, it was over, the answer was different from Xu Qingqiao's.

In the end, Xu Qingqiao finished writing both sides of the test paper, and Yan Xiaomu made less than half a page by scribbling and correcting.

Regardless of whether it was in class, Yan Xiaomu was so anxious that he burst into tears, and saw that a small piece of the paper was soaked by the tears that fell, he was even more aggrieved, rubbing his eyes for a long time, unable to continue writing.

Yan Xiaomu had never been so anxious before.

When it was time for get out of class to end, Yan Xiaomu's eyes were still red, and Zhang Ming, the loudspeaker, surrounded several girls in the class with his voice.

"Damn, who bullied Yan Xiaomu?"

No matter how Xu Qingqiao kept his ears to the outside world, he could still see Yan Xiaomu's red rabbit eyes.

Yan Xiaomu was ashamed to death, she absolutely couldn't say that she cried because she was going to be separated from Xu Qingqiao, he was too stupid, he didn't deserve to be Xu Qingqiao's deskmate.

When Yan Xiaomu took out his handkerchief and came out, Zhang Ming had already seen the strangeness. Wang Meimei covered her mouth and said, Yan Xiaomu, you are so delicate.

Sitting in the front row, Zhang Ming covered his face with a book, and pouted at Yan Xiaomu desperately: "Is that Xu Qingqiao?"

Yan Xiaomu shook his head.

Wang Meimei and Chen Xue fell silent, and pulled Yan Xiaomu out of their seats.

Xu Qingqiao was sitting on the seat writing the English paper, and heard Liu Chunyan's loud voice: "Yan Xiaomu, none of us made the top [-] in the exam, maybe we can be grouped together."

There is also Zhang Ming's voice: "Yan Xiaomu, anyway, we are counting down, why don't you just tell Lao Huang and arrange for us to sit together."

Yan Xiaomu's voice was too low, like a mosquito, Xu Qingqiao didn't hear what he replied.

Yan Xiaomu was still talking to Zhang Ming, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Qingqiao going out through the back door with his schoolbag.